THE TRANSFORMERS: GENERATION ONE UNIVERSE

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CHAPTERS 19 & 20
CHAPTERS 21 & 22

THE PROJECT N CRISIS

By JEFF WALKER - (aka- JETPLAGUE)

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CHAPTER 7 - NO MORE SECRETS
Inside the Autobot ship, Optimus Prime addresses his soldiers as they all stand at attention. With Jazz standing beside the massive leader and maintaining a straight pose himself, the entire group listens and watches Prime carefully.

“Autobots!” Prime says in his proud, booming voice. “Our long journey home awaits us, we’ve fought with our very lives against the Decepticons, only to be put on hold by a scheming individual who thinks he can control our destiny.  If this were Megatron, I’d say plow on through and leave none in our wake, but this human creature…Doctor Archeville…has something that must never be allowed used again.”

The leader paces up and down the line up and looks at each one of his fellow kin.

“Project N is now our main concern.” He continues to say. “A weapon of unknown origin that is very deadly and currently a threat to our leaving this world. I had hoped the humans would see the logic in taking down this evil man and his secret base, but confusion and distrust has blinded them all to what must be done.  Therefore, it is our duty to protect this world and ourselves…we must become the hand of justice and destroy whatever it is the Doctor is hiding.  I know what many of you are thinking…”

Prime stops to look at Ironhide, “That this is how it should be, to let nothing stand in our way and teach these people a lesson.”

The leader moves again and faces Bumblebee looking up with innocent eyes.

“Some believe that this is foolish and a waste of our time. A time when we should be heading back for home and letting the humans deal with Archeville and his men.”

Optimus walks again and finally glances over at Wheeljack.

“And there are those who think that by doing this…we will make an enemy of those whom we just became friends with. That it will spur up hatred against our kind and give those looking for a reason to hate a means of drawing others to their side.”

Stepping back over beside Jazz and tapping his manifold mouth with the tips of his right hand finger, Prime stares over at both Spike and Sparkplug standing off to the side watching the entire group.

“But we do nothing and remain neutral, we would be as cold and heartless as the Decepticons ever were.  No, I will not let this man go un-noticed, I will not let this world be ripped apart by yet another war and suffer the same fate as Cybertron.  There needs to be peace and harmony no matter which planet we stand upon, the secrets are over, the lies are finished…now we must help our friends in their darkest hour.”

The band of robots cheered at Optimus’s speech and saluted proudly replying in the same united voice he’d come to expect of them all.

“YES, SIR!”

Jazz steps in front of the line up, turns around and salutes the leader as he faces him.

“The men are ready for your command Prime.  What are your orders?”

Optimus folds his arms and sighs.

“Naturally we all can’t go, some of us will have to stay behind and watch the ship…”

Wheeljack steps forward with his hand raised.

“I’ll stay Optimus. I’ve got things that need my attention in my lab.”

“Pfft! Ain’t that somethin’…” Huffer scoffs quietly to himself. “Why am I not surprised?”

Optimus nods at Wheeljack, making the Autobot lower his hand and stepping back into the line up.  With no one else stepping forward to volunteer, Prime now takes charge and points to those who will remain with Wheeljack.

“Brawn, Huffer, Trailbreaker and Bluestreak.  You will keep Wheeljack company and maintain alert here where we can contact you.”

Bluesteak and Huffer’s mouths open wide in disbelief.

“What?” Huffer shouts. “Come on Optimus!  Don’t leave me behind again…I’m not a babysitter I’m a fighter!”

“Yeah!” Bluestreak adds. “You need all the guns you can muster to help take on these armored humans.”

Prime places his hands on his hips and shakes his head in disagreement.

“Look…we’ve got more then enough to take on the base, I can’t have all of you rushing in as if they were the Decepticons.  I need you here to keep a vigil eye on the ship incase Archeville does have another trick up his sleeve…we may need back up for all you know.”

Both Huffer and Bluestreak back down as they hear the leader admit that fact, a sensible precaution in their eyes, but still somewhat disappointed being chosen to stay behind.

“Oh…alright Prime.” Huffer sighs. “I guess we could do that for ya.  But the minute you get into trouble…”

“I know, I know…” The leader interrupts and snickers. “You’ll be there within a photon flash.”

Sparkplug walks over to the leader and clears his throat.

“What about us Prime?  Spike and I…we want to join the battle too.”

Hound speaks up for Optimus and looks at the human with disapproval.

“Forget it guys. This is one mess you don’t want to have on your hands, better let us handle this and take all the heat.  Besides Sparkplug, you just got back on your feet again…I’d hate to see you badly wounded again.  I’m sure Spike feels the same about that.”

Spike joins with his father and pats his shoulder. “He’s right, pop.  I couldn’t bear to see you like that again. Why don’t I go instead…you could use the rest.”

Prime lowers himself down on one knee to talk to the both of them and squints his pulsating blue, electric eyes.

“Not this time Spike.  It would be safer for both of you to remain here, Hound has a point about keeping you away from this conflict…we run the risk of alienating your entire species by going in without their authorization. You still need to live here with your reputations intact…once our mission is over and Archeville is placed under arrest…we’ll be returning home to finish the battle we began there.”

Spike and Sparkplug understand and agree with his decision. They would like nothing better then to run right in with the Autobots and single handedly take on the madman and his cronies.  But going into battle against their own kind and against the U.N.’s blessing would be a mark that neither one of them could escape from after the Autobots leave.

“What about Cliffjumper, Optimus?” Jazz inquires.

Prime rises up and remembers that the mini-Autobot is still in his quarters and stripped of his rank.

“He needs time to think about his actions.” The leader sighs. “I’ll talk to him once we get back.  For now…he needs to cool that ego of his.”

Blaster steps out of line and becomes frustrated with all this talking.

“Come on Prime! Lets do this thang before it gets stale, man!  I say we boogie on out and put the petal to the metal!”

“HA!” Windcharger blurts out at the yellow and orange Autobot. “Look who’s talking?  You ain’t got a petal to put the metal too.”

“Figure of speech, Windcharger.” Blaster shouts over to him. “Don’t make me come over there and bitch slap ya!”

Windcharger shrugs his shoulders to Prowl standing next to him and giggles with him about Blaster’s comeback.  Optimus shakes his head at the two arguing and points to Blaster to get back inline.  The orange and yellow robot does as he’s told and returns in the line up.

“Fine…I think we all know what has to be done then.  Remember that these are humans…they are fragile and easily harmed.  I want very low casualties on this mission, in fact I want next to none at all.  Target only their vehicles, weapons and armaments…I’ll not have this become an all out bloody war as if we were the Decepticons…understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” The all replied.

“Good. Autobots…Transform and Roll Out!”

One by one the robots convert into their alternate modes.  Blaster, being the odd one out, transforms into his mini-disk/CD boom box self.  The colorful transformer resembles the “hip-hop” trend in technology, large chrome rimmed speakers, glowing control buttons and his chest plate as a graphics screen.  As he continues to transform, the molecule sized nanites scale down his size and fits into the hand of Jazz, who comes to take him inside his car form.

“Alright Blaster...lets you and me ride out with a number one beat!” Jazz says to him as he transforms into his sports car mode.

“I heard that, Jazz.  Lets crank the tunes and get this convoy going!”

As the others continue to transform and ride out of the ship, Jazz and Blaster begin to play Eminem’s song “Without Me” as they zip through the corridors and exit out.  Optimus Prime shakes his head from their choice in music and quickly transforms himself into the tractor-trailer mode.  With Prime following the others out, Spike and Sparkplug remain inside the ship and look at the five Autobots staying behind.

“Well, guess that means we’re on sentry duty fellas.” Wheeljack says rubbing his hands. “Who wants first watch?”

“Why? Where are you running off too Wheeljack?” Huffer says looking at him with curious interest.

“Oh no reason…I thought I could just go to my lab and…”

Trailbreaker quickly shakes his finger at him squints his unified eye at him.

“Ooooh no you don’t!  I know you…once you’re in that lab you’ll never come out for hours.  We’re stayin’ right here…all of us.”

“That’s right.” Bluestreak adds. “If I’ve got to stay here and play nanny to Huffer…we all do.”

“What?” Huffer shouts angrily. “The day you play nursemaid to me is the day you can whoop my steel hide, Bluestreak.”

“Oh, alright you two!” Wheeljack sighs lifting his head. “Give it a rest.  Fine, we’re all staying here on duty.  Happy now?”

Bluestreak and the other Autobots laughingly agree that they are. With that settled, Spike approaches Wheeljack and pats his metal leg for comfort.

“Well, we’d all like to be something else other then being here Wheeljack.  Just out of curiosity, why are you intent on going back to your lab?”

The Autobot kneels down to him and breathes out reluctantly.

“I wanted to study more about those dinosaurs you told me about.  I back tracked some files Telatran One had on them, some entertainment programs and research papers on their structures.”

“Why?” Spike inquires.

The robot looked around to see if anyone else was listening in before he answered Spike’s question. The other Autobots and Sparkplug where standing near the computer and conversing to themselves.  Wheeljack lowers himself down even further to Spike and keeps his voice lowered just incase someone does hear.

“I’ve got an idea about something…but I’m not sure that the others would approve. You see…those creatures might have the right size and bulk to make…”

Suddenly the alarm sounds off on Telatran One, lights flash and its booming voice echoes throughout the room.

“ALERT! ALERT! Energy signatures detected!”

Spike and Wheeljack quickly join the others standing around the computer and view the large monitor in front. Bluestreak sits down at the computer and taps the keyboard rapidly.

“What is it Bluestreak? What’s up T-one’s processors?” Huffer groans.

“According to this, there is a large group of energy signatures heading across the ocean…and I mean fast!  I’m having a hard time trying to pin point them…” The Autobot replies as he reads the scrolling alien text on the monitor. “Scanners are trying to lock on but….”

“But? But what?” Trailbreaker asks.

Bluestreak leans back in the chair and the alarms turn off.

“They’re gone.  They were there…but now they’re gone.”

“Dang it all, Bluestreak!” Huffer screams as he pounds on the console. “Give us something!  What was it? Where was it headed?”

Turning around in the chair to face them all, he looks up and calmly states the facts.

“I don’t know what they were…but all Telatran seems to know is the one direction they were going…North!”

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Somewhere in the North Pole region…

Two figures with thick fur laden coats and dark goggles walk through the deep snow and ice.  Visibility is hard to see as the two walk through the terrible winter storm, the wind is bitterly cold and freezing their jackets as build up of ice and snow crust over them.  As they stop to have a look around, they bring around their shoulders two semi-automatic weapons and casually talk to one another as they shiver in the deep freeze.

“D-d-damn, why did I take this assignment?  This totally blows…” The man says as he wipes off his face to expose his facial hair.

“I know, I know…” The other man now speaks. “But don’t say blow…this wind is bad enough without hearing more breezing out of you.”

They both chuckle at one another and suddenly feel large tremors; the two quickly aim their weapons at the location of the sound and blindly stare into the dense storm.  More thumping is heard and the sound of ice and snow crushing in the distance.  The men continue to point their weapons in fear and gaze deeper.

“What hell is that noise?” The one man says.

“I...I dunno?”

“WHO’S OUT THERE? SHOW YOURSELF!” The armed man screams loudly.

Through the dense storm comes a man sized figure heading towards them.  The two frozen men quickly step up to the mysterious person and keep their guns locked on to him as they approach.

“Ok that’s far enough!  This is a restricted area…show me your pass or turn around right now!” He says to the intruder.

The lone figure is dressed in simple clothes, not enough to be warm from the cold and certainly not in some you’d see someone wearing out in the middle of nowhere.  As the man looks up at them, the two give a look of surprise and lower their weapons.

“Doctor Archeville?  Is…is that you sir?”

The strange metal hand sticking out from his white lab coat and the metal domed head with the two protruding nodules give them a moment to hesitate.  But the Doctor, shivering from the excessive cold, gives a nod and friendly smile as he greets them.

“Yes, by boy…yes. I have returned to oversee the Project…here is my pass you require.”

The doctor reaches into his pocket and hands over a dark looking card to the other guard standing there. 

“I don’t think that is necessary Doctor…but…I mean…my god! You must be freezing to death?  What happened? Is everything ok?”

Archeville continues to shiver badly and lowers his head.

“No…no my boy.  Things are much worst then they seem.”

As the guard looks down at the card the old man handed over, he notices it doesn’t look like the one they normally use. In fact, this one looks more like a mini-disk with a purple symbol stamped on it.  The guard looks confused but soon discovers that it is quickly grown and unfolding in his very hand.  The transforming sound occurs and now Ravage springs on top of the unsuspecting man as it claws and bites him to death.  As his friend turns around to fire at it, he witnesses another shadow coming out of the mists of the snow, one larger and with a pair of glowing red eyes.  The man screams in terror and shoots at it, but the large silver robotic foot comes out and crushes him to death like someone putting out a cigarette.

“Pathetic…simply pathetic.” Megatron’s voice echoes in the wind.

Archeville lifts his head after the deed is done and witnesses Megatron being revealed as the snowstorm gives way to show his appearance.

“And here I thought this was going to be a challenge.”

The evil transformer laughs hysterically and places his hands at his side.  As the doctor looks around, the rest of the Decepticons step through the snowy winds and laugh along with their leader.  The old man collapses to the ground and whispers under his breath.

“What have I done?”

• CHAPTER 8 - THE PROJECT IS EXPOSED! •
The dust stirs outside a guarded fence in the middle of a sun-drenched valley; a lone wind blows in the background giving it the feel of total emptiness of life.  The uniformed guards pacing back and forth with their weapons cross past the large sign that hangs on the electrified, barbed wire top fence.

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The smooth black pavement to the gate had a yellow strip going across it, nearly five feet away from the fence entrance, it is the only allowed distance one can approach, any closer then that and the guards will instantly shoot without a second thought.  This is a very top-secret base, full of hidden sensors and cameras that monitor the road and gate at all times.  A small-fortified booth is the only thing sitting in-between this massive barrier, a guard post that houses the only switch to open and close the fence gate.

Both guards carry the standard military issue machine gun, fairly new in design and loaded with Teflon bullets as ammo.  The casual nature of their walk and their weapons slung behind their backs suggest that it’s a dull posting for likes of them, nobody ever comes up this road, the fresh unspoiled look of it is a dead giveaway and the markings on it look as if it had just been painted there.

“Man, it’s hot out here.” The one guard says as he stops to wipe his brow.

The other one hears him and turns back towards him.

“Yeah…I think it would be better to be in the arctic.”

“HELL NO!” The sweating man shouts. “Those guys up there must be freezing their asses off.”

“Well at least they’re not dying of heat stroke like us.” The friend replies. “Besides, I’ll bet it’s just as boring up there as it is down here.”

“Yeah, ain’t that the truth. 100 above or 100 below…either way the crappy assignments we all tend to get.  Hope this project is worth all this…I haven’t seen my girlfriend for six months!  I just know she’s cheatin’ on me with some other fella.”

The other guard chuckles and pats him on the back. “That’s what ya get for hooking up with a woman like that.  Cause that is one hot lookin’ babe…yes sir.”

“What do you mean…hot?   You haven’t been seeing her?  Have ya?” The man asks in a very curious manner.

“Uhm…” The friend says as he squirms and adjusts his collar. “Uh…Well…I mean that is….”

Suddenly a sonic boom is heard on the ground in the very distance, the two men quickly notice it and look down the long stretch of road.

“What the hell was that?”

“Maybe it’s Dave on patrol…he’s supposed to be reporting in soon.”

The guard swings his weapon around and holds it in his hands.

“Dave?  Dave is on the other side of the fence moron!”

The other guard takes his machinegun in hand and takes off the safety switch.

“Right, right…sorry. Could be just a jet…something on base…but…out here?  And on the road?”

The sweating man takes another rub at his forehead and peers his eyes as he tries to make out the shapes now heading up the road.  The sound of the engines gunning at full speed starts to get closer and closer.  Both men turn to glance at one another and prepare to fire at the on coming visitors.

“It’s them…I know it is…” The one guard says as he gets his finger ready to pull the trigger.

“Who?” The other one questions as he two takes aim.

“The ones we’re supposed to look out for.  The ones trying to find this place dummy…the Autobots!”

“Well…don’t worry.  They’ll have to stop…” The man says back with a calm voice. “With two humans in the way…they’ll have to break or risk hurting us.”

The other guard suddenly looks over at him. “Uh…is this really wise?”

“Trust me” The friend smiles. “They wouldn’t dare run over us.”

As the men turn back to poise their guns, the sudden look in their eyes as a loud horn sounds off at them, gives them both a quick face of fear as they rapidly begin shooting their weapons.

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Inside the Area 51 Base, soldiers and vehicles move about the various buildings and hangers scattered about the large open area.  Circular in form, the whole area seems more like an enclosed community; mountains cradle it all around and give it a very shielded look.  The whole ground was paved and was nearly as jet black as the one road leading out beyond it.  But after many years of use and vehicles driving all over it, the faded painted numbers and arrows had faded and cracked. This base was old, and yet it seemed like it was new in appearance.  In the very center was the covered hole that housed the weapon that was used against the Decepticon ship, seams in the ground show where the doors would retract but those walking over it simply considered that door part of the overall paved ground of the base.

“Commander West! Commander West!!” A female voice cried out over the noise filled base.

The commander was seen crossing over the large covered weapon area and turned his head around at the approaching red headed female soldier trying to flag him down.  Two other well groomed and suited men, one African American and the other Caucasian, stopped in their conversation with him as the woman finally reached Archeville’s Second in command and breathed heavily as she tired to catch her breath from running.

“Sir!” She said as she took long gasps of air. “We’ve got a big problem!”

“What? What is it Lieutenant?”

“The base…its…its been penetrated!”

“WHAT?!” The man screams in anger.

Now the blaring alarm sounds out over the entire base, the booming siren sends the troops scrambling about as they automatically get their gear ready for whatever is heading for them.  All of them know what that siren means, their defenses have been breached and intruders are on their way in.

“The Autobots!” West blurts out in realization. “Get the men ready and power up the main weapon!”

The three men scurry to a near by building as the woman dashes back to her own posting as she does as she’s instructed by him.  The armored troops load their guns and vehicles with everything they can and send up the modified helicopters that look updated with their “special technology” that they used during the last Autobot/Decepticon conflict.  The choppers fly overhead of the troops and quickly disappear down the narrow road that goes in only one direction.  The soldiers fortify their positions all around the base and point their guns nervously at the long paved road.  As they remain silent, they can hear the helicopters attacking whatever it is at the end of the road, lasers fire, missiles explode and a billow of smoke now begins to rise in the mountainous distance.  West and the others head down into the deeper regions of the base, and now enter the secret underground dwellings where they can watch the entire events on monitors and multiple camera angles.

“What’s happening out there?” West demands of one of the soldiers listening to the communications band. “Did they eliminate the intruders?”

“Negative sir.” The middle aged, Caucasian man says as he lowers his headphones in shock. “The air support just bit the dust.”

“Get the weapon online fast!” The commander now screams.

Outside the troops can hear the sound of screeching tires and engines blaring at full throttle, one of the base’s armored vehicles quickly zooms ahead and begins firing it’s huge rocket strapped on top.  The hurling weapon reaches the end of the road and strikes down at the faint speeding targets that almost become visible for a second, the explosion sends a fiery ball of flame up and the men all cheer at the sight of it’s deadly attack.  The smoke expanded out beyond and soon engulfed the entire base.  The outside cameras couldn’t see past the dark smog that now clouded over the place and Commander West chewed at his thumb nervously as he waited to see the results when the smoke lifted.

“Well…anything?” He demanded to know of the staff all racing about trying to listen to the reports from the troops.

“Nothing yet sir…” The communications officer replied. “Wait…frontlines are saying something…”

“Put it on speakers.”

The officer flicked on the overhead speakers in the room and West began to hear sounds of engines revving up again.  It seem strange to him that the Autobots would act this way, he never thought it possible they would blindly just march in and shoot down his helicopter patrols, especially with all those humans aboard them. But he never did fully trust these giant Cybertronian robots that wanted to befriend their kind, every creature had an agenda in his mind, no matter if they come as friend or foe.  The sound of the engines convinced him the Autobots were unharmed and before he could give instructions to the troops, the visitors zoomed into the base and began smashing anyone and everything in their way. 

The dark cloud of smoke continued to make things difficult to see, the troops opened fire in every direction the noise was coming from and ended up getting run down by the attackers that moved too fast for anyone to stop.  The ammo and missiles where flying about the chaos going on within the base, troops were dying as they would accidentally hit one another in all the confusion.  West pounded his fists on the monitor as he watched his whole special military go up in flames.  The man quickly rushed out of the underground lair and surfaced to the top to get a first hand look at the Autobots destroying everything Archeville had built.

“Sir!” A soldier screamed as he ran up to the Commander. “The Autobots are everywhere! They’re…killing us!!”

“This is insane!” West says grabbing him. “Autobots don’t kill humans! What the hell is going on?”

Suddenly one of the vehicles pounds through the building beside them and stops just a few feet away.  West and the soldier cough from the dust and debris flying past but soon look up to see the pale green vehicle sitting there. Looking at intensely, West’s eyes give a realization and informs the soldier of his error.

“My God! That’s not an Autobot…it's…it's…it’s a Decepticon!!”

The construction vehicle quickly transforms as the men watch in horror, and snickers at the two of them cower in fear.

“Humans!” Scrapper yells. “No one tries to kill the Decepticons and lives!  Prepare for your Deaths!!”

The other Constructicons rush up beside him and also transform.

“I say we keep running them down!” Bonecrusher demands.

“No! Stomp on them…crush them all!!” Scavenger yells as he shakes his fist.

“Never mind the dramatics…” Hook groans. “Just shoot the little bugs with your weapons.”

“That’s even better!” Mixmaster laughs.

“Yes…” Long Haul nods in agreement. “Why waist perfectly good fuel when we can obliterate them with our superior weapons!”

West runs up to the six evil transformers and screams up at them.

“You…you can’t be alive?  Your ship crashed into the ocean…It’s impossible!!”

“Believe it human. The Decepticons are back…” Scavenger says looking down at him. “And we’re ticked off at all of you.”

West steps back with a horrified gaze as he and the other soldier now run for their lives as the Constructicons whip out their black weapons and begin firing away at them.  All of them laugh as they watch the humans dart their fire and flee for their own lives.

“And you said this wouldn’t be any fun Hook.” Scavenger says looking back at him.

The fellow Constructicon smirked and continued firing at the scared human soldiers.

“Consider this a retraction of my previous statement.”

The six Decepticons continued to destroy every building and every vehicle surrounding them, the base and at those trying to stop them by any means necessary.  Fire and smoke now danced across this once secret operation as the deadly six destroyed it from existence.

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Back in the Arctic, more guards stand around a massive snow covered metallic object that juts out of the ground like a rock on an incline.  The snow and ice make it hard to make out what it is, but the grey and patchy look of it makes it look alien in origin, a small door that looks cut into the side of it is the only thing that looks man made.  As the large group of parka wearing soldiers stand around with their weapons beside them, the ground begins to shake and the cracking of the ice around them can be heard.  The men all call one another to action and ready themselves as they gaze around to see what’s causing it.  Once again, a lone figure runs out of the snowy mists and shouts at them all.

“Shoot!  Shoot I say!  Fire at will!!” Archeville screams as he reveals himself to them.

The men all pause as they wonder how the hell he got there, but that was a short-lived pause as they soon saw the Decepticons marching in slowly.  The troops quickly obeyed their project leader and used their weapons that looked far more advanced then the ones the Doctor encountered earlier.  These weapons fired pulse shots of green energy that dented the plating on most of the Decepticons.

“Ouch!” Starscream flinched. “Why you little fleshlings! How dare you hurt me!”

Starscream fired his arm cannons at the humans and vaporized the few that managed to wound him slightly.  The other Decepticons quickly did the same thing as they each took out a group of soldiers trying to take them all on.  The blood curling sound of their screams and weapons firing made the Doctor cover his face with his hands.  Lowering them down slowly from his face, he looked at his new metal claw-like hand and stared at it with mad gaze. He noticed how much it didn’t freeze or feel cold to the rest of his body, a quiet little giggle now came out of him as he kept opening and closing his hand with the sound of the gears and motors making it move.

“That was a stupid mistake Doctor.” Megatron’s voice boomed out above him.

Archeville stopped his giggling and glared up at the massive Decepticon leader.

“I know…but it was worth a try at the very least.”

“It wasn’t even that…human.” Megatron chuckled. “It was merely stupid for you and your men to think you could stop us at all.”

Soundwave walked up to the leader and saluted him as he gladly gave his report to him.

“Human resistance has been exterminated.”

“Excellent.” Megatron smiled. “Once the Constructicons report the same of Archeville’s base…we’ll have nothing further to hinder our plans.”

The human doctor heard the leader and ran over pounding on the silver robot’s leg.

“Nooo!  I…I gave you no location of that place!  Spare it!  My life’s work is there! I beg of you Megatron…take Project N…but don’t destroy all that I have!”

Megatron lightly pushed the doctor away from his person and scowled at him.

“You have nothing!” He growled. “I now command you flesh bag!  Everything you own or ever will have belongs to me. You attacked us from that base of yours…Soundwave made sure of tracking it’s location the day you sent us to the bottom of the ocean.  It was a death sentence you gave your men…you’re responsible for their doom…consider it as punishment for getting in my way!”

“No…nooooo!” Archeville whimpered as he shivered in the snow.

Megatron stared at the large metal object ahead of him and smirked as he now walked up and touched it’s metal surface.

“Yes Doctor…Project N and all you’ve discovered…is now mine!”

Megatron laughed in a great booming evil tone that seemed to carry across the icy terrain and even into the howling, snow filled wind.